Fragments of a Shattered Life 22
Title: Fragments of a Shattered Life
Part: 22/28-ish
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Explicit violence, non-con
Genre: Angst
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Tosh, Owen
Summary: After POTW Jack's life takes a turn for the worse and he desperately needs help. A Doctor Who/Torchwood crossover. Note that this is a very dark fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N:
Previous Chapter here ohinyan.livejournal.com/6718.html
Chapter 22: Aftermath
Jack was panic stricken. He went back into the medical bay and briefly entertained the idea of killing himself again so that he resurrected after the lock down had finished. But there was no way he could match his previous wounds or guarantee not reviving right in front of the others.
As he was hovering in indecision he heard voices approaching. And before he could hide Tosh walked into the medical bay.
Tosh screamed and raised the sonic disrupter that she'd been on the way to return to the armoury. “Don't move," she ordered him.
Jack froze instantly, only partly because of the gun, mainly because of the strength of the order itself.
Tosh meanwhile was calling Ianto and Owen while keeping Jack covered with the gun. “Owen, Ianto we have another alien incursion. Get to the med bay now.”
They others only took a few seconds to reach the med bay. Ianto went white with shock when he saw Jack. Owen took one look muttered an expletive and pointed his gun straight at Jack.
“What are you,” he demanded. “Some kind of alien body snatcher ?”
Jack backed away in fear. This was it, he was going to have to tell them he couldn't die.
“Don't shoot,” he cried. “It's me Jack.”
“Jack's dead,” replied Tosh icily.
“I can't die,” explained Jack, “or at least, I die but I don't stay dead.”
“You can't expect us to believe that,” yelled Owen.
“It's true,” Jack said sadly, “I wish it wasn't.”
He appealed to Ianto. “Ask me anything, you know me better than anyone else here.”
Ianto thought for a moment and then asked, “What film did we see on our first date?”
Jack smiled and said “James Bond, you'd been trying for days to get me to understand why they are good. And it was the first time you held my hand.”
Ianto looked to Tosh and Owen and said “That's right.”
Tosh started to lower her gun but Owen held his steady. “What's to say that an alien can't read memories from a body?”
Jack had a sudden thought. “Ianto ! You remember how surprised you were when I asked you to make sure that if I died the bracelets should be removed. Well that was because of this. I knew if I died you could get them off me so I'd be free of them when I revived.”
“Then why didn't you tell me that before?” asked Ianto.
“I was scared,” cried Jack. “If people know about this, they use it. They treat me as a piece of meat to use in experiments or worse.” He shuddered. “And I didn't know how you would react, if you would hand me over to someone like UNIT.”
“Don't you trust me,” asked Ianto sadly.
Jack looked down at the floor and fighting back tears whispered, “When the person I loved found out about this, he abandoned me on an uninhabitable space station and left me to die over and over. He called me a freak and an abomination.”
He raised his head and looked Ianto straight in the eye and asked “Am I an abomination Ianto?”
“No Jack, you're not,” and brushing past Owen's gun Ianto enclosed Jack in a hug as he cried.
* * * * *
Half an hour later, Ianto had persuaded Jack to go to his quarters to rest and the rest of the team were gathered in the eating area.
“We're supposed to tell UNIT and Torchwood One about this,” Owen pointed out. “We'll be breaking all kinds of rules and regulations if we don't. He's not human.”
Ianto and Tosh were horrified by this. “We can't do that Owen. They wouldn't give a damn what we think. Jack was right. If they get their hands on him you know what they'll do. A non-human has no rights. They could do all sorts of experiments on him, even vivisection.” Tosh had suffered in a UNIT prison even though she was considered to have rights, she couldn't conceive of allowing UNIT to take Jack, knowing what they might do.
“This must be why his PTSD is so bad,” mused Owen. “We thought he hadn't been hurt physically apart from with the bracelets. But he heals completely after he dies with no scarring. So anything could have been done to him and there'd be no signs of it.”
“Jesus,” muttered Ianto. “No wonder he was such a mess when he first arrived. Regulations be damned, we can't tell anyone about this. He risked everything to save our lives and he's our friend. We can't betray him.”
“Yes,” said Tosh. “And we mustn't even document this internally. If we ever get audited someone might find it.”
“Yeah, we don't want to be caught out,” agreed Owen. “And I agree we can't hand him over.”
* * * *
After the three of them had reached a consensus Ianto went to Jack's room. He knocked but got no reply. Hesitantly he pushed the door open and saw Jack sitting on his bed, head down with his knees drawn up to his chest trembling.
“Jack,” Ianto said gently. “It's all right, we're not going to tell anyone. We'll falsify the report on this incident so there's no mention of your death.”
Jack lifted his head, wiping away his tears. “Thank you Ianto,” he said with heartfelt relief. Then very hesitantly he asked, “and what about us?”
Ianto smiled and grasping his hand pulled him in for a gentle kiss. “That's fine too.”
Next chapter here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/7314.html
Part: 22/28-ish
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Explicit violence, non-con
Genre: Angst
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Tosh, Owen
Summary: After POTW Jack's life takes a turn for the worse and he desperately needs help. A Doctor Who/Torchwood crossover. Note that this is a very dark fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N:
Previous Chapter here ohinyan.livejournal.com/6718.html
Chapter 22: Aftermath
Jack was panic stricken. He went back into the medical bay and briefly entertained the idea of killing himself again so that he resurrected after the lock down had finished. But there was no way he could match his previous wounds or guarantee not reviving right in front of the others.
As he was hovering in indecision he heard voices approaching. And before he could hide Tosh walked into the medical bay.
Tosh screamed and raised the sonic disrupter that she'd been on the way to return to the armoury. “Don't move," she ordered him.
Jack froze instantly, only partly because of the gun, mainly because of the strength of the order itself.
Tosh meanwhile was calling Ianto and Owen while keeping Jack covered with the gun. “Owen, Ianto we have another alien incursion. Get to the med bay now.”
They others only took a few seconds to reach the med bay. Ianto went white with shock when he saw Jack. Owen took one look muttered an expletive and pointed his gun straight at Jack.
“What are you,” he demanded. “Some kind of alien body snatcher ?”
Jack backed away in fear. This was it, he was going to have to tell them he couldn't die.
“Don't shoot,” he cried. “It's me Jack.”
“Jack's dead,” replied Tosh icily.
“I can't die,” explained Jack, “or at least, I die but I don't stay dead.”
“You can't expect us to believe that,” yelled Owen.
“It's true,” Jack said sadly, “I wish it wasn't.”
He appealed to Ianto. “Ask me anything, you know me better than anyone else here.”
Ianto thought for a moment and then asked, “What film did we see on our first date?”
Jack smiled and said “James Bond, you'd been trying for days to get me to understand why they are good. And it was the first time you held my hand.”
Ianto looked to Tosh and Owen and said “That's right.”
Tosh started to lower her gun but Owen held his steady. “What's to say that an alien can't read memories from a body?”
Jack had a sudden thought. “Ianto ! You remember how surprised you were when I asked you to make sure that if I died the bracelets should be removed. Well that was because of this. I knew if I died you could get them off me so I'd be free of them when I revived.”
“Then why didn't you tell me that before?” asked Ianto.
“I was scared,” cried Jack. “If people know about this, they use it. They treat me as a piece of meat to use in experiments or worse.” He shuddered. “And I didn't know how you would react, if you would hand me over to someone like UNIT.”
“Don't you trust me,” asked Ianto sadly.
Jack looked down at the floor and fighting back tears whispered, “When the person I loved found out about this, he abandoned me on an uninhabitable space station and left me to die over and over. He called me a freak and an abomination.”
He raised his head and looked Ianto straight in the eye and asked “Am I an abomination Ianto?”
“No Jack, you're not,” and brushing past Owen's gun Ianto enclosed Jack in a hug as he cried.
* * * * *
Half an hour later, Ianto had persuaded Jack to go to his quarters to rest and the rest of the team were gathered in the eating area.
“We're supposed to tell UNIT and Torchwood One about this,” Owen pointed out. “We'll be breaking all kinds of rules and regulations if we don't. He's not human.”
Ianto and Tosh were horrified by this. “We can't do that Owen. They wouldn't give a damn what we think. Jack was right. If they get their hands on him you know what they'll do. A non-human has no rights. They could do all sorts of experiments on him, even vivisection.” Tosh had suffered in a UNIT prison even though she was considered to have rights, she couldn't conceive of allowing UNIT to take Jack, knowing what they might do.
“This must be why his PTSD is so bad,” mused Owen. “We thought he hadn't been hurt physically apart from with the bracelets. But he heals completely after he dies with no scarring. So anything could have been done to him and there'd be no signs of it.”
“Jesus,” muttered Ianto. “No wonder he was such a mess when he first arrived. Regulations be damned, we can't tell anyone about this. He risked everything to save our lives and he's our friend. We can't betray him.”
“Yes,” said Tosh. “And we mustn't even document this internally. If we ever get audited someone might find it.”
“Yeah, we don't want to be caught out,” agreed Owen. “And I agree we can't hand him over.”
* * * *
After the three of them had reached a consensus Ianto went to Jack's room. He knocked but got no reply. Hesitantly he pushed the door open and saw Jack sitting on his bed, head down with his knees drawn up to his chest trembling.
“Jack,” Ianto said gently. “It's all right, we're not going to tell anyone. We'll falsify the report on this incident so there's no mention of your death.”
Jack lifted his head, wiping away his tears. “Thank you Ianto,” he said with heartfelt relief. Then very hesitantly he asked, “and what about us?”
Ianto smiled and grasping his hand pulled him in for a gentle kiss. “That's fine too.”
Next chapter here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/7314.html